Indie London based duo

Through the Keyhole

They say passion is the most beautiful make up
They say comparison is the thief of joy
I must be homesick of a place i don’t even know
I’m waiting for you
I’ve seen you in my dreams
Do you really exist?

I feel your touch i feel your sigh
Watch you fade away
And, what are dreams anyway?
My mind is playing tricks on me
The cage around me will save me
Trap me in your darkness
Make my fear
A fearless tool

Through the keyhole i peek
While in the shadows i stand
Immobile
Waiting

I feel numb like the dark shadow
Of an empty soul
Like a prayer with no saint
Like a traveller in a room
Like a bird with no wings and
A sail with no wind
Like a painter with no muse
Like a singer with no tune

My view is distorted i’m sure
I keep looking, waiting for something to happen
Afraid to open that door
The magic land through the keyhole
It’s pulling me through
This fear is grabbing me
It has it’s teeth around my ankles
So shake it off
Life will tear us apart
So tear at its heart
Make it back down
Watch it creep back to its hole

Through the keyhole i peek
While in the shadows i stand
Immobile
Waiting

I turn around and i’m at my desk
Tears fall and oh
Let them flood this room
You will see a new dawn
It will be alright